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Shall I compare it to the beauty of strength and fears?
The beauty of sorrow and pain?
As I feel lost, the beat of a song clings my ears;
And I escape from the world's chains.

The lyrics that touch my soul
The songs that strike fire and bring tears to resume
It speaks when words can not be whole,
and brings moonlight where there is gloom.

It can be soft, loud
So many different kinds, no matter the culture or time
So many mixed emotions mediating with spiritual and sensual crowds;
It is simply strong, simply magic...with the power to change life.

Thus, it's so beautiful, it's cruel, and I say with love,
Music doesn't lie, and it's simply my drug.